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“They’re stunning,” she whispered.
They were people. Studies in movement and stances, faces with expressions ranging from sleepy to surprised, to terrified to elated. Some were hyper-realistic, and others were from the days I sketched superheroes and comic book strips. A couple were tests for books I’d illustrated. They were all a far cry from the graphic designs I did for websites and companies, but they were my passion projects. The fact that I saw understanding in her eyes was something new. People oohed and ahhed over my work before. I was good at what I did, that was a fact I wasn’t willing to dispute, but no one reallyunderstood. They didn’t know that drawing was more than a job, more than a business. They didn’t understand why I would spend hours drawing lines, only to keep the images locked in my room. The same feeling of camaraderie I’d felt with her at my office, the first time she’d gone there returned, but things were so different now. I would never have to show her my defensive persona again, and I would never have to worry about her feelings getting hurt because of it. I couldn’t help it, but thinking of the new freedom I had, I just had to lean down and capture her lips with mine again. She was receptive and opened her mouth to flick her tongue across my bottom lip. She bit the same lip lightly, and I moaned.
“I wasn’t joking,” she muttered, “I want you. Now.”
Her eyes were sincere, and so I picked her up, deciding to damn the consequences. There would be no going back after that, and I knew in my heart that I wanted nothing less than to go back to how we were before. I walked over to the bed and set her down. Evelyn’s eyes were heavy with want. She had her legs on either side of mine, and with a wicked gleam in her eyes, she popped open the button on my suit pants and undid the zip. I swear I stopped breathing for a moment. She kept eye contact and pulled the zipper down.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her voice sultry.
I just nodded, because my voice was caught somewhere in my throat. Despite being a virgin, I couldn’t deny that she seemed to know what she was doing. One brave hand reached in and pressed against my growing bulge. I almost couldn’t believe what I was watching, I couldn’t believe there was only one flimsy layer of clothing between us. She changed that quickly enough, though. She reached under the elastic waistband and grabbed me. When she pulled me free, and I sprung forth, her eyes widened a little, but she didn’t complain. Instead, there was a hungry look in her eyes. I gulped.
“Is this okay?” she asked again, running the fingertips of one hand delicately along my length.
Watching one of her small, dainty hands, doing something I’d only dreamed about nearly killed me.
“F-fuck,” I gasped as she did it again, I was sensitive, “Jesus, Evelyn, have you done this before?”
“I’m a virgin, not a saint,” she said quietly, before opening that perfect little mouth of hers and letting it slide onto me.
I could have climaxed just from that first line of heated friction she traced down me. I tipped my head back and groaned. I knew I wouldn’t last long?— it had been fourteen years after all. I pulled her off of me and pushed her back onto the bed.
“Tell me,” I growled, “If you’re not a saint, thenwhyare you a virgin? I find it hard to believe no one wanted to take you to bed…”
Evelyn preened under my gaze, exposing her neck and arching her back like she was proud of the answer. Her eyes focused on mine, and with perfect clarity, she whispered something beautiful enough to make my heart stop.
“Because I’ve never been in love before.”
I bent my head, and feasted on her neck, sucking marks into the fragile skin there. With pleasure, I saw the blood rising to the skin, blooming on the surface and marking her asmine. I slowed down enough so she could tell me to stop if she wanted to, and unzipped her uniform.Myuniform. The one I had made her wear to work for me. In my periphery, I caught sight of the hands that she had used to clean my house. In Victoria’s report from her first day, they’d scrubbed the grout in the pool room. I was pretty sure she’d been pruning the garden today, and I stopped unzipping her to pick one hand up and kiss each finger.
“What are you doing?” she queried curiously, watching the motion.
“Thanking you,” I answered, “For sticking around, even though the circumstances were less than ideal.”
She flushed, and I thought she’d give her trademark shrug, but instead, she just smiled and let me kiss her again. I could never get bored of kissing her.
“You’re welcome,” she sighed into my mouth.
I finished undoing her dress with our lips sealed together. When I finally drew back to get a proper look at her, I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Even in clothes that were supposed to be comfortable and practical, I had never seen someone who could compare to her. Well, maybe Ruthie could have, but I wasn’t sure. Her skin was paler across her abdomen, but still had a faint trace of the golden tan that was her natural skin tone. A flat, almost concave belly led down to a pair of black leggings she had been wearing under her dress. I peeled them off of her, and she let me. Legs for miles, with smooth, golden skin, and strong but slender calves. I remembered those legs on the night of her birthday driving me crazy. Seeing her dance with that friend of hers from university had driven me insane. I had wanted nothing more than to go out and claim her, let her push her hips back into mine like she had with him.
I shook the memory off, because she was with menow, and I had no intention of regretting the past. I let my hands run over each foot, and up the back of her legs. Her skin was slightly cold to the touch, and I figured she’d been outside before coming to see me. I slid my hands up, up, until I pulled them to the tops of her thighs to skate over her cotton underwear, and over that flat abdomen. I briefly remembered the first time I’d had sex with Ruthie after Hannah had been born. She’d been shy, which was definitely unlike her. She had fretted over the stretch marks and loose skin pregnancy had given her, but I had never seen anything more beautiful than the woman who had given me my daughter. I had worshipped her body that night. I planned to do that for Evelyn.
My hands glided under the edge of the sports’ bra she was wearing, before hefting it up and off of her chest. She sat up to help me, pulling her arms out of her dress. Once her bra was off, she tossed it onto the floor and the dress along with it. I shucked off my suit jacket, tie, and began undoing buttons while she sat in front of me, almost completely naked. She clearly wasn’t shy, and sat straight up, letting me take her full form in while I undressed. Her breasts were large considering her small frame. Under the clothes she usually wore, I wouldn’t have thought they were that large, and I thought that the perkiness they maintained would only have been possible with the aid of bras. Small, brown areolas stood at attention at the end of them, and I groaned before capturing one in my mouth. I pushed on Evelyn’s shoulders, and let her breast fall from my mouth as she lay back on the bed. She shuffled backward, a devilish grin on her face. It was an invitation, and when she smirked at me, I knew that the time to worship her was over.
“I want you,” she said and slid her underwear off her legs.
I shucked off my suit pants and underwear and climbed over her.
“Are you sure about this?” I asked, running a hand over her body.
“I am, are you?”
I had to snort because I’d been waiting for her for such a long time. I had never been surer of anything, and I couldn’t believe there was still that flicker of doubt in her eyes that said she genuinely wasn’t sure about my feelings.
“I love you,” I said to her.
And then I said it another ten times, peppering kisses along her jaw, down her neck, to her thighs, and back up. I could spend days and hours, lifetimes even, finding the places on her body to pull reactions from. Her eyes said there was time for that though, just not today. Today was for us. I climbed over her, laving over her body as I went. Her eyes darkened when I danced around that very core of pleasure, and her hips bucked lightly. I smirked, and let a finger stroke up her center as I kissed her.
